The Call of the Wild
1 min readApr 17, 2020
A clamor arises, gasping for air.
A fledging murmur, pleading and bare.
The world awaits, alive and free.
Calling as greeting, It’s bleating at me.
Where from it comes, I do not know.
For a spirited seed…
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